They were new. One red, one blue. The kids lined up their sneakers along the wall. Jason plopped down on the floor. The others did, too. “Okay,” Jason said. “Let’s get started.” Abby sat in the president’s seat—a beanbag. “The meeting will come to order,” she said. “Does anyone have old business?” “Forget the old business,” Jason hollered. “Let’s have the new stuff!” “Tell us your idea, Abby!” Carly shouted. “We can’t wait!” Soon, all the Cul-de-sac Kids were shouting. Dunkum whistled. Quickly, they settled down. “Now,” Abby began. “Let’s start over.” Eric’s eyes shone. “Abby sounds like a teacher.” Abby grinned. She liked that. Maybe someday she’d be a teacher like Miss Hershey.